He comes to see you after what feels like an eon at work just to find you curling in fetal position on the couch, eyes on the TV. Bloodshot puffy eyes that are opened just halfway, red tear-stained cheeks, looking like a hot mess.

“It’s nothing” You sniffle, your voice muffled and cracked “I’m just feeling a bit moved by the movie, that’s all, it’s a sad movie…”

He comes closer and enfolds you in his soft and warm embrace as he coos into your ears.

“Come, sugar pie, I’ll make you feel better”